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Aug 2014
i can't let go of the past if i am surrounded in it—
watching the old and blowing off the new.
From second to seventh, all i can recall has left me
counting months until it means something
i don't like this.
September
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September  Victoria, BC
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   Jonny Angel and Pax
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